09/12/2006

I'm sill standing

The sill plates are attached to the building (read this in a deep, sonorous voice, akin to how you would announce “Elvis has left the building”). A day of drilling, placing, hammering, pounding, swearing and bolting resulted in the permanent attachment of the first pieces of wood to our foundation. The work is not inherently exciting, but the progress is.

The most dangerous part of this endeavour is the mental aspect. As I was working, I was trying to think of a witty title for this entry, using the word ‘sill’ in a punny way. When I came up with ‘I’m sill standing,’ I was satisfied, and ready to move on. But my brain was not. Instead of enjoying the serenity of the hillside and the random noises a patch of forest provides throughout an afternoon, my brain decided to replay the awful Elton John song, ‘I’m Still Standing,’ over and over and over, so on and so forth, ad infinitum. These are the true hazards of working alone.

Speaking of hazards, Anne had to go to the time-out corner the other day for the willful misuse of duct tape. Let this serve as a lesson to you all.